Yes, it is very happy to be a rich and idle person, but if there is no Xifeng at that end to do housework, wouldn't Jia Fu lose faster? By that time, Baoyu was lucky not to be busy being a deer bug. Where is leisure?
It can be seen that busyness is the premise of leisure, just as production is the premise of consumption. If you want to live a leisurely life, you must be busy first!
You should get busy when the country is in danger.
Farmers should be busy farming and producing food; Soldiers should be busy fighting the enemy; Scholars should be busy using pens as guns to wipe out the reactionary forces in the literary world. Recently, some people belittle Lu Xun and advocate the leisure humor of Lin Yutang and Zhou Zuoren, which I think is unacceptable. It's time for the Japanese soldiers to go south and the national army to collapse thousands of miles. They are for people with lofty ideals, for the autumn of the country, and for the survival of the nation. Lin, Zhou and others don't know that they are busy with state affairs, but it is shameful to pretend to be idle. You should know that you are not busy today. How can you be comfortable when it becomes a conquered person? In contrast, Lu Xun spent all the time others spent drinking coffee and chatting, busy writing articles.
Yes, we have today's life, and we are completely busy with people with lofty ideals like Lu Xun. If there were idle people like Lin and Zhou at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Some people may say, now that the world is peaceful, can we not be so busy? I don't agree. Ouyang Ziyun: "Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country, leisure can die, and naturally." If there is this achievement in front of us, we will relax, thinking that "faithfulness is solid, Jincheng is thousands of miles away, and the descendants of the emperor will be forever." Then it's too late to be busy at last.
But I want to add that busyness is a means of life, not the purpose of life. Don't be too busy. Being busy doesn't mean giving up all your leisure. In some big cities, people work day and night, such as Tokyo, Japan. According to statistics, everyone works more than ten hours a day on average (not including after work), but does this mean that their living standards will definitely improve? I'm afraid not. The incidence of depression and mental illness is high there, so you must be moderate.
Please be busy! It is happy to be a "person with money and leisure", but what should I do if everyone is idle and no one is busy with work? In short, in times of crisis, you should be very busy; In peacetime, we must not slack off and relax. We should be busier without overdoing it, shouldn't we?
2. I am busy picking tea. I will pick tea in April. A few days ago, it was Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my parents took me out to play during the Qingming small holiday.
Our car is driving on the expressway. Outside the window, Huang Cancan's rape blossoms, red peach blossoms and green willow branches can be seen everywhere. The scenery in spring is beautiful and charming.
The car galloped for 90 minutes and arrived at the scenic spot, dad said, thanks to our developed expressway network. As soon as we entered the scenic spot, we were attracted by a tea garden on the hillside.
I ran into the tea garden cheering and smelled a faint fragrance. I look around. It turned out to be the smell of grass and earth from the mountains, and I was immediately intoxicated by this smell. In the tea garden, I saw two aunts picking leeks, drinking blood and ordering tea.
When they saw the guests coming, they greeted us happily and told me a lot about picking tea. For example, when picking tea, it is best to have a bud and a leaf, that is, a small bud in the middle of the leaf and a small leaf on the side, which also tells me the difference between spring tea, summer tea and autumn tea.
They not only told me the knowledge of tea picking, but also taught me how to pick tea. I followed their method and soon learned to pick tea.
Aunt saw that I had learned, so she asked me to help them pick tea together. I am very excited and I work hard. After a while, I picked a lot.
Aunt also asked me to take it home more often, stir-fry tea myself and taste the taste of my own fried tea. I stood on a high hillside, with a panoramic view of the distant mountains and rape blossoms in the distance. I watched the scenery while picking tea, and people who watched the scenery at the foot of the mountain regarded me as a landscape. We are all integrated into the beautiful scenery of the motherland and become a special landscape.
I love the beautiful motherland, and I love my lovely hometown.
3. Diary of the fourth grade of primary school. Do me a favor, about 250 words. This morning, our aunt Xiao Zhang upstairs suddenly let out a scream and gave us a fright.
It turned out that when she was cleaning the kitchen, she found four newborn kittens in an old casserole. Mom said it must be a black wildcat. No wonder it keeps running into our building these days.
Aunt Zhang is afraid of cats. She threw the pot and cat into the trash can at the corner of the alley. These four kittens are so cute! Two are flower cats, one is yellow cat, and only one like its mother is black cat.
On their round heads, they all have a pair of small pointed ears and sparkling eyes, which are very clever. A little sister poured a small dish of milk and put it in front of the kitten. The kitten put small tongue in the milk roll by roll. Soon, there is not much milk left in the small plate.
The full kitten meowed at us. But where is mother cat? At lunch, I was dragged home by my mother, and then I had a good meal and went to see them, leaving only an empty casserole in the corner.
Maybe the mother cat dragged her child back for lunch.
About 250 words, about what every household is busy with during the Spring Festival. Spring Festival is a traditional festival for people of all ethnic groups in China. /kloc-More than 0/00 years ago, the folk artist "Bai Zhangzhang" wrote in his book: "In the first month, every family celebrates the New Year, the Lantern Festival, with bright lights, a full moon, flower boxes everywhere and firecrackers everywhere, causing people to wander in the streets." This is a vivid picture of the Spring Festival at the beginning of the year in history.
It's the New Year! It's the New Year! Every household is busy posting Spring Festival couplets, shaving their heads and making New Year's Eve dinner ... There are too many things to do and too many "rules"! Some customs are still very strange. In desperation, I went to ask my mother who posted the Spring Festival couplets. I saw my mother turn the word "fu" upside down. Of course, I know why I turned it upside down. It is a custom to turn the word "fu" upside down, which means that "fu" has fallen (arrived)! But I still asked, "What are the customs and rules for Chinese New Year?" Mother stopped what she was doing and talked to me patiently. According to legend, there was a monster named Nian in ancient China, with long tentacles and a ferocious face. Nian lived on the seabed for many years, and climbed ashore every New Year's Eve, eating livestock and hurting people's lives. Therefore, every New Year's Eve, people in the village fled to the deep mountains to avoid the harm of the "Nian" beast. On New Year's Eve this year, people in Taohua Village were taking refuge in the mountains when an old beggar came from outside the village. He was leaning on crutches, carrying a bag on his arm, with elegant silver whiskers and staring at Matthew. Some villagers sealed windows and locked doors, some packed their bags, some herded cattle and drove sheep, and people shouted boo everywhere, which was a scene of panic. At this time, who still has the mind to take care of this begging old man? Only an old woman in the village east gave the old man some food and suggested that he go up the mountain quickly to avoid the "Nian" beast. The old man smiled and said, "If my mother-in-law lets me stay at home for one night, I will definitely drive the Nian beast away. The old woman looked at him carefully in surprise and found that he was handsome, energetic and different. But she continued to persuade and begged the old man to laugh without saying a word. My mother-in-law had no choice but to leave home and take refuge in the mountains. In the middle of the night, Nian beast broke into the village. " I found that the atmosphere in the village was different from that in previous years: the old woman's house at the east end of the village had red paper on the door and the house was brightly lit by candlelight. In 2000, "the beast trembled all over and made strange noises." Years "stared at her mother-in-law's house for a while, and then screamed and rushed over. As we approached the door, there was a sudden explosion in the yard. Nian trembled and dared not go any further. It turns out that Nian was most afraid of red, fire and explosion. "At this moment, the door of her mother-in-law's house was wide open, and an old man in a red robe was laughing in the yard. Nianbo was frightened to disgrace and fled in confusion. The next day was the first day of the first month, and the people who came back from refuge were very surprised to see that the village was safe and sound. At this time, the old woman suddenly realized and quickly told the villagers the promise of begging for the elderly. The villagers flocked to the old woman's house together, only to see red paper on her mother-in-law's door, a pile of unburned bamboo still exploding in the yard, and a few red candles still glowing in the house ... In order to celebrate the auspicious arrival, the ecstatic villagers put on new clothes and hats one after another and went to relatives and friends' houses to congratulate and say hello. The story soon spread in the surrounding villages, and people knew the way to drive away the "Nian" beast. Since then, every year on New Year's Eve, every family has posted red couplets and set off firecrackers. Every household has a bright candlelight, so it is better to wait for the New Year. In the early morning of the first day, I want to say hello to my relatives and friends. This custom has spread more and more widely, and has become the most solemn traditional festival among the people in China. Eating New Year's Eve is the most lively and enjoyable time for every household in the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, a table of rich New Year's dishes, the whole family get together, sit around the table and have a reunion dinner. People not only enjoy the delicious food on the table, but also enjoy the happy atmosphere. There are chickens, geese, barbecues and so on on the table. Generally, there are two things, one is hot pot and the other is fish. The hot pot is steaming, indicating that it is booming; "Fish" and "Yu" are homophonic, meaning "more than one year". Last dessert, I wish you a sweet life in the future.
Today, I gained a lot and learned a lot about Chinese New Year customs, but I feel a little superstitious, but it seems to be a kind of fun. As long as I am happy, why not be superstitious? What's more, this is a traditional custom. I would rather believe it or not!
5. Do me a favor and write a composition. Write down "I learned Chinese from ..."
I learned Chinese from my life.
Life is not eternal for everyone, because death is with you as soon as you are born, and every moment of life is dying, so we can only seize every moment of life. Horace told us: "imagine every day that this is your last day, and tomorrow you don't expect will be more pleasant." This sentence is to let us cherish life and appreciate every day in life.
As everyone knows, life is disabled. Microscopically, life is short, only sixty or seventy years old, at most one hundred years old. If anything happens in the middle, I'm afraid I won't live that long. However, how many people really live for themselves? How many people have really found themselves? How many brains have you racked to climb up? How hard does it take to make big money? In fact, it is not so much that you earn a lot of money as that you are earned by money, because money takes away your youth, time, physical strength and life. Only one life is the most precious wealth in life. Life is the most precious wealth in the world, because all wealth can be recovered, only life is only once; But many people would rather exchange it for those so-called wealth, but spend their whole lives on fame, power or money savings. When they died, they were so regretful: "I just used my life, but I never cherished my life and enjoyed it."
It's good to be alive! However, people cannot live forever. From the day of birth, life begins to die, and it begins to struggle with death. So it's really not easy to live.
In fact, we often don't know how much weight life can bear and how hard life is. We are more aware of the fragility of life. Failure in exams, frustration in promotion, discord in neighborhoods, family conflicts, empathy of lovers, quarrels between children and brothers, etc. Even a lot of trivial things that can't lift chopsticks make people lose their rationality and lead to life crisis: suicide or murder. Therefore, after summing up life in various forms, many profound philosophers lamented how fragile life is. There is a proverb in ancient boatmen, "Hell is under the planking." Just separated by a board, life and death, we can know that the fragility of life will suffer disasters anytime and anywhere. With this awareness, we will have "now is the last moment of life" in our hearts, and we will not panic no matter what happens.
Doing housework may be a trivial and unsurprising thing for adults, but it is definitely a challenge for me in grade three, because it is my first time to do housework.
My mother was not at home on Sunday, so I started to work. Wipe the table first. There are four tables at home. I'll wipe the first one first. Wipe east and west, wipe left and wipe right. It was fun! I can't help dancing. After wiping the first one, I wiped the second one ... By the time I wiped the fourth one, I was so tired that my back ached.
I silently thought to myself: we must persist and don't give up halfway. After a short rest, I got up and swept the floor. Clean the room first-my room, my parents' room. Sweep the room, sweep the living room, my waist, I can't stand straight!
I sat on the sofa and had a rest for a while, thinking: So housework is so tiring! Mom has to go to work, cook, wash clothes and sweep the floor. It's really hard. I am a man, so I must help my mother do more things in the future, so that her mother can enjoy her retirement!
All right! Superman-Hu Yuhang is here. I started mopping the floor. I put the dry mop in water to get wet first, and then when I picked it up, it was particularly heavy. I struggled to carry dry water and began to mop the floor carefully. Rooms, living rooms, room by room.
When my mother came back, she saw that the house was clean and praised me excitedly: "Hanghang has grown up and is sensible!" " "I smiled proudly.
7. Write 250 words. Teacher, you have worked hard.
Teacher, you have worked hard! I want to say this to you personally, but you are too busy, and I always can't find the right time to say this simple and ordinary sentence to you. Today, in this quiet examination room, on this white manuscript paper, I can finally open my heart and tell everyone what I think.
Teacher, you have worked hard! Every morning, you are the first teacher to come to school. Early in the morning, when I was still standing outside the school gate eating delicious fried potatoes, your bike rang crisply and sweetly and reached my ears. I know you're here. Because of this * * *, I am familiar with it. Every time I turn my head, I see you shining. There is always a smile on your face, which gives people confidence and strength and makes us feel so kind and natural. Your daughter always sits in the back seat of your bike. From the moment you walk into the school gate, your busy day officially begins. Ah, dear teacher, you have worked hard! Watching you push your bike into the back of the campus, I think you are so tall and dignified. At this moment, my admiration for you arises spontaneously. In order to come to our class early, you often have no time to have breakfast. You have been hungry for a long time. Don't you know you are hungry? If you go on like this for a long time, can your body hold on, my dear teacher!
Teacher, you have worked hard! Every morning, you see we do morning reading. Seeing your slightly red eyes, I knew you stayed up late again last night. In order to review the instructions for us, print the papers for us, and correct our compositions, you always stay up late and forget to eat or sleep. Your eyes are short-sighted, that's because you stay up too much. Lights and computers hurt your eyes and body. Every afternoon in the third class, other teachers have finished school, but you make up lessons for poor students in the classroom. Your voice is hoarse or you don't want to rest, until everyone understands and learns, there will be a bright smile on your face. You never charge a penny for making up lessons for your classmates. Can you support yourself by making up lessons for such a long time? Look, your face is not as rosy as before. On your face, we often catch the trace of fatigue. Although you are still young and healthy, if you don't have a good rest for a long time, your body will certainly be overwhelmed. As the saying goes, "health is the capital of revolution". If you tire yourself out, what shall we do? Teacher, even for us, you must rest more and take care!
Teacher, you have worked hard! Your voice is hoarse again. In order to give us more knowledge about the essay and give us more composition guidance, you always take pains to explain it to us. How many classes do you have every day, from morning till night? How much do you have to say? How worried are you? Your throat is never idle. How can you not be hoarse? Although your noise is not as loud as before, we feel more magnetic. You always say, "If I were a bird, I would use my hoarse voice to dawn in song for you". Although you are not a bird, you did it. You sang the hearts of 65 students in our class, you know?
Teacher, you have worked hard! You are dragging your tired body, working silently on the grassland of education, paying silently and asking for nothing in return. Look, how carefully you have corrected your composition. You should sketch all the good sentences for the students and make comments on the side. You have written many comments on your composition, and they are all to the point. You carve every composition into a work of art. That every word, every sentence, is condensed with your previous hard work and efforts! How great and noble you are! Thought of here, a warm current rises in my heart, just like you holding my little hand in the cold winter. That afternoon, you gave us the first lesson and sat on the stool by the platform to have a rest. You fell asleep with your back against the wall. I asked you a question and called you softly, but you didn't hear me. You are asleep. You are too tired. You should have a good rest. I quickly told my classmates not to talk loudly so as not to disturb your rare rest. Many students were touched, really. At that moment, I felt something moist growing under my eyes. I quickly turned my head away to prevent my classmates from seeing my tearful eyes.
Ah, my dear teacher, you have worked too hard. Please have a rest for us!